First day at work after being on the dole
You can’t understand why you’re living in a hole
Where wet walls slip
And fall into the dip
And you climb and climb
Til there’s no more time
A new job
An old job
The same job
Tag: poem
Frailty – 20th August 1984
Our life is so frail
It smells so stale
We reach for the gun
And take away the fun
Kill animals
Kill people
Frail or stale?
I’ve hit it on the nail
Close Your Eyes – 18th August 1984
Close your eyes and count to three
One, two, three
There, now don’t you feel better
I’ll send the bill with my next letter
There’s the door, pat the secretary’s arse, bye!
Gardens – 17th August 1984
A little flower grows like only a flower grows
It grows in the garden next to the weeds
And they’ll make sure it never succeeds
At its function
Beetroots – 16th August 1984
The blood is boiling in the pan
Til it catches fire
I denounce you a beetroot
And a liar
Your blood stains our carpet of steel
Tell me little beetroot
Is what you feel real?
Take The Shit Out Of Your Mouth – 15th August 1984
Women have an equal right
Or don’t you understand
Women can survive on their own
They can go unmanned
Still, some women find the need to make a tie
And that tie may exist until they die
Take the shit out of your mouth I plead
Men and women have all they need
Have you no feelings? Is this what you want?
‘Bind me down and tie’
Are you really so stupid and dumb
As not to question why?
Bad Dream – 14th August 1984
I had a feeling of content in my dreams of sin
I dreamt of an existence where I must surely win
The blackness turned to white, silence seemed to wait
The cruelty seemed so far away ’til I was screaming hate
I fell into traps but only fell so far
Drunk all I could drink in a never-ending bar
Smoked all I could smoke out of a continuous box
Surrender! Surrounded by four doors without locks
I had a bad dream and sinned so many times
I join up all the dots and don’t draw any lines
So what conclusion can you bring from my rhyme
Caught in a bad dream with proportions out of time
I fell into traps but only fell so far
I drove alone, international side affect slur
Pretty pictures daunting realism effect
They are only too real, perfect – perfect
Grade One – 13th August 1984
Pretty good for a beginner
You’re the best, you’re the winner
I don’t fuckin’ care who passed
Schools are a thing that just can’t last
They’re a blast from the past
And I fucked up my mocks
‘Come on boy, pull up your socks’
I ain’t done well, I’ve got ungraded
My chances of employment have been jaded
But I don’t fuckin’ care who passed
Schools are a thing that just can’t last
They’re a blast from the past
Blister – 10th August 1984
Blistered and boiled, my body is soiled
Radiation – I got a blister, sister
Hey mister – I got a blister
Battered and burned, my soul has turned
Into a massive pool of bile
Don’t that make you bastards wanna smile?
You’d drop a bomb
When you find someone bad enough to drop it on
Radiation – I got a blister, sister
Hey mister – I got a blister
Hold my hand
Feel it melt down your arm
But don’t panic
I’ll capture you with my radiating charm
Yeah, brothers and sisters
We’re all bloody blisters
Maze – 9th August 1984
Behind that wall
In the middle
Behind the barrier
The answer to the riddle
Sitting in the middle
All the rich farts
Who can afford to
Reach those parts
They’re holding hands
With the smug politicians
Who put on their face
And remember their positions
This is a maze
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